歌詞：

Four thousand men,

the mightiest warriors of óeinn

Ready to brave the fiercest of foes:

illiterate farmers herding their cows

Silent they sail through the swanlike mountains.

Foul in their fury, the feeders of wolves.

Eager to slay vikings again

Brithnoth hastily rallies his men

Marching onward while the world still slumbers,

replacing with valor what they lack in numbers

Alone on the coast the oaks of England

await, unwavering, ere the waves of steel.

Hi t?r Pantan stream / mid prasse bestodon

Eastseaxena ord / and se ?schere.

Ne mihte hyra ?nig / otrum derian

buton hwa turh flanes flyht / fyl gename.

Wodon ta w?lwulfas / for w?tere ne murnon,

wicinga werod / west ofer Pantan,

Biter w?s se beadur?s. / Beornas feollon

on gehw?eere hand, / hyssas lagon.

Fearful from scieldweall flee

Howling, the hail of wounds

Smashing the ships of their souls

Bearing a blizzard of blood

Hēr lie ūre ealdor / eall forheawen

gōd on greote. / A m?g gnornian

se ee nu fram tisum wigplegan / wendan tencee.

Ic eom frod feores; / fram ic ne wille,

ac ic me be healfe / minum hlaforde,

be swa leofan men / licgan tence